I do not need this burden of
twisted unreliable tendencies.
This masked horror awaiting
to scare everyone away.
I could be the person I
had to grow up to be;
or I could be me.
No more saying OK!
OK has become a forced
smile-a fake laugh that
makes the hair on my arms
jump in fear. If tired were
the word to define my reasons;
Tired would get tired of itself.
No more screams in between
Headaches. Being the guinea
Pig to your emotions has already
Turned old with grief.
No.
No more.
No less.
